#briightesthue

Scrooge spun around, eyes narrowing at the nephew before him. He couldn’t believe this was happening, especially again. This trip was supposed to make up for that one, it was supposed to be a success. Scrooge was supposed to achieve his goal, so why wouldn’t Huey let him?

“Donae’ try ta’ guilt me wi’ that, laddie!” Scrooge said with a gravity voice. Whole family grieve him? What? All three of them? Maybe along with Webby? Scrooge knew damn well that Donald’s life would be better off without him. 

A feathered hand goes up to pinch the bridge of his beak. Scrooge let’s out an irritated groan when he’s listening to Huey’s ‘excuse.’ He is getting far too old for this. 

“Alright Huey, yer next deduction is simple. Ready?” Scrooge was glad that one of his new little nephew’s was as interested in puzzles and word problems as he was. It made for delightful conversation, he loved swapping problems with the lad. 

Send me “Dear Diary” and I’ll share a single paragraph out of my muse’s diary for every one I receive.

March 17th, 2004,

I almost had a heart attack today! Della brought Donald and I on her plane and as old as I am, I think it was the scariest flight I’ve been on! She’s a wonderful pilot, though, I’m just afraid she might throw me out of the seat one day! Donald seemed to enjoy her daredevilish flying. 

We had a lovely dinner by the bay, fish and chips will never fail to calm me down. 

        Yeah, he wasn’t buying that for a second.

        And just as he held out his hand, ready to insist and demand for the thing to be handed over, Huey said the one thing that could shut the duck up instantly.

                Oh...

                    Of course... He should have known.

        Donald’s hand lowered slowly, staring long and hard at his nephew. What could he say after that? How could he tell him no? ‘Give it up, you’re mother’s gone, go to bed.’ Never. He could never snuff out that hope, no matter how much Donald wanted to forget.

        “...Okay.” He walked to the door, motioning for the younger duck to follow, “But we’re going to do it the right way.” None of this looking through the window stuff. Telescopes were better outside, physically under and surrounded by the stars. No limits where to look.

        “...do you want to talk about it?”